 | 1826 - 320 páginas
...it is— But this most foul'— Spy. Yes ; I know it's a fowl. Som. ' I knew him well, Horatio — Here hung those lips that I have kiss'd I know not how oft.' — ' Never did I see so young a body with so old a head.'—' Think'st thou Alexander look'd o" this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your...were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now to mock.your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? •Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let ner... | |
 | 1828 - 70 páginas
...imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Hera hung those Up$4 that f have kissed I knmv not how ojt. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs?...flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get yon to my lady's chamber,... | |
 | John Timbs - 1829 - 354 páginas
...how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols .' your songs ? your flasheu of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No. one now, to mock your own grinning?... | |
 | Laconics - 1829 - 352 páginas
...have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibe.- now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashe* of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? No; one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, und tell... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 792 páginas
...open The breast of heaven, I did present myself Even in the aim and very flash of it. SttaJupaart. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of mcrruaent, thai were wont to set the table in a roar? Id. By day and night he wrongs me ; every Lour... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 436 páginas
...your victorv, That pages blushed at him. Id. Coriultimts. Where be your gibes now? your gambols ? you' songs ! your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Id. Hamlet. The F.nglish roarers put down all. Hotcfl. Deep throated engines belched, whose... | |
 | Samuel Foote - 1830 - 426 páginas
...will transmit bis name to posterity with distinguished reputation." " Alas, poor Yorick ! Where be your gambols — your songs — your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table in a roar ? Not one, now ! Alas, poor Yorick !" NOTES. THE Goodere fortune, about the division whereof... | |
 | Henry Thomas (antiquarian.) - 1830 - 490 páginas
...Wycherly, d'Avenant, Congreve, and all J the fellows of infinite jest," resorted. " Where are your jibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set a table in aroar ?" Alas ! the age has passed away, and these worthies with it, and only the old tenement... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 páginas
...is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, : that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where oe your gibes now ? your gambols? your songs? your flashes...wont to set the table - on a roar? Not one now, to aiock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to mv lady's г chamber, and tell her, let... | |
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Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? 
